“Eventually we heard the echoing boom of dynamite like the start gun in a track race and we started skinning up the valley. The snow was boiler plate hard. Once in the canyon we negotiated a tricky creek crossing, keeping our feet mostly dry, and started climbing wind scoured slopes below the alluring couloirs.”
“After one particularly exciting nighttime adventure when the undercarriage literally ploughed through deep sand at full gas to avoid getting stuck I decided it was probably best to ignore the siren song of the tempting smooth looking side tracks. Thankfully the camper floats remarkably well in sand thanks to its double back tires.”Read more "No Power, No Clearance, No Problem: Driving The Ruta de Las Lagunas"
“As I carefully leaned over the edge I was met with a butterfly inducing 2000m drop to the valley below where our campsite on the last night of the Cordillera Real trek had been. We traversed the side of the ridge to the true summit, an exciting crash course for Rachel in negotiating steep terrain in crampons.”Read more "Bringing Back the 80’s on Huayna Potosi, 6088m"
“After coffee we fired the camper up and did the thing I’d been dying to do since first rolling onto the flats; crank Young, Wild & Free on the stereo, point the camper in some arbitrary direction, and burry the gas peddle. It was an absolutely liberating joyride.”Read more "Young, Wild & Free on the Salar de Uyuni"
“From here there’s a fun section of slightly exposed scrambling on good rock, and then a deceptively long trudge across much looser boulder fields to the top of the Paso Apacheta (5130m). It was a real grind and my legs felt like jello.”Read more "High Times on Bolivia’s Cordillera Real Trek: Part 2"
“We climbed on a road to 4550m and made our highest elevation camp in a picture perfect spot, tucked between some boulders and the requisite glacier blue meandering creak. It was high time for a wash, and we took frigid but refreshing dips in the glacial water.”Read more "High Times on Bolivia’s Cordillera Real Trek: Part 1"
“The ridge was exposed on both sides and crumbling, making sure footing hard to come by. At one point we looked back to see a bar fridge sized boulder that we had all presumably just stood on fall off the top and trundle down the valley. Overcoming alarm bells howling in my head, I pressed on after Darren and Derek.”Read more "Tossing Choss on Nevado Chicón 5530m"